"How's it going inside?"
"Is he still alive?"
"Go in, take a look first."
Outside the ancestral hall where the ancestral sword of the Yang family is stored, Yang Xuan and Yang Sanlang were waiting nervously with more than ten young men from the clan. These young men all held brand-new spears in their hands, obviously just in case. one.
The most ideal situation is that the person inside sharpened the knife before going completely crazy. Although losing his mind and becoming a walking corpse may be a bit cruel to the strong refugee named Du Chengfeng, it may even be the same as death. But this will at least give everyone in Yangjiabao a fighting chance when facing barbarian plunder.
As for if it's not ideal...then we can only use these spears.
Even if the refugee is absorbed by the evil spirit and turns into a murderous maniac capable of slaughtering the entire Yang Family Fort, he must at least raise the knife before actually killing people - and this is what everyone in Yang Family Fort is exempted from. Chance of disaster. After all, no matter how ferocious the murderous maniac is, he is still made of flesh and blood.
In the final analysis, the flesh and blood body is fragile after all. As long as it is stabbed through the body and loses a lot of blood, it will still be unable to move and die on the spot.
It's like killing a pig or a sheep.
So what's going on inside? Has the knife been sharpened? What has become of the refugee who was sent in?
"...I can't wait any longer! Open the door!"
Seeing that there was still no movement in the ancestral hall, Yang Sanlang, who was feeling uneasy, simply strode forward and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall.
It was at this time that Du Chengfeng opened his eyes.
Eyes facing each other.
Yang Sanlang lost his sight instantly.
As a leader of the younger generation in Yangjiapu, Yang Sanlang should not have done this. Not to mention a mere refugee, even when facing his uncle, this leopard-headed man with round eyes still dared to glare angrily and not fall behind.
But at this moment, Yang Sanlang didn't dare to look into the refugee's eyes.
The moment he was stared at by that cold gaze, Yang Sanlang felt chills all over his body. That gaze was not human at all, and that gaze did not treat him as a human being at all.
Under that sight, Yang Sanlang felt like a pig that was tied up and about to be slaughtered.
The previous night conversation with his family uncle came to mind again, and Yang Sanlang couldn't help but feel in a trance.
No wonder the clan uncle stopped him again and again and did not allow him to touch the knife. It turned out that the so-called evil spirit entering the body was so terrifying.
Was it God who appeared before him? Is it a demon? Or something even weirder?
"who are you?"
"I'm human."
Du Chengfeng, who regained consciousness, responded instinctively.
"I'm human, can't you see...huh?"
Focusing his eyes, Du Chengfeng saw who it was that had just asked those words.
Long-lasting memories flooded out of his mind, and Du Chengfeng vaguely recalled the original scene - yes, at that time he was not a knife, he was just a refugee who came to Yangjiapu to seek life, but the man in front of him was named Yang Sanlang The man deliberately picked him out, and even though he knew that the knife was wrapped with evil spirits and would drive ordinary people crazy if he touched it, he still lured him over and asked him to sharpen the knife!
At this moment, the enemies met and were extremely jealous!
"knife!"
Clenching his fists, Du Chengfeng realized that the big knife was still in his hands.
Armed with a sharp blade, the murderous intention arises.
The cold evil spirit surged up along his arms. Today he wanted to kill everything inside and outside the ancestral hall, and even the entire Yang Family Fort!
"Bah!"
With a loud shout, Du Chengfeng swung his sword, and the story of Chef Ding killing a pig that he had repeated so many times in his mind was already reflected on his body. With a swing of the sword, he killed people like pigs!
But at this moment, a pair of weak old palms firmly supported his knife-wielding hands that were about to fall.
"Do it! Do it quickly!"
Yang Xuan, who was already very old, but he didn't know where the strength came from at this moment, he just held the sword that Du Chengfeng was about to swing in the air!
"Leave me alone! Hurry! If he takes action, even Yang Family Fort will die!"
"Uncle, you..."
Listening to Yang Xuan's roar, Yang Sanlang, who was already frightened by the knife, was speechless for a long time.
Although the most sensible thing to do at the moment is to let the young men of the clan poke out spears and pierce the knife-wielding refugee together with his family uncle, but after all, that is his family uncle and his family elder. She had grown up with him, and she had taken care of him a lot on weekdays. How could he be so cruel as to shout out this cruel order?
But while Yang Sanlang hesitated, Du Chengfeng didn't hesitate at all.
Cold evil energy poured into his head, and he seemed to have returned to the time when he was a broadsword, splitting flesh and blood, and opening the body. As a sharp knife, this was his mission, and it was also the most enjoyable thing for him.
However, just when Du Chengfeng looked away and was about to kill the person in front of him first, his pupils suddenly shrank.
There was no other reason. He knew the old man in front of him.
Not when he was a refugee, but when he was a sword. As the family heirloom sword of the Yang family, Du Chengfeng has almost watched the Yang family grow up since Fatty Yang's death. Although most of the time, as a relic of the ancestors, he has always been enshrined in the ancestral hall and is not allowed to be touched easily, but there are always some unlucky children who will not listen to the advice and come to the ancestral hall to touch him when no one is around, contaminating him. A glimpse of the afterglow of our ancestors.
Du Chengfeng has always let these touches go unnoticed. Firstly, as a swordsman, he has no way to refuse, and secondly, it is also because of loneliness. Having someone come to talk to him and make him laugh would be some fun in his ordinary life for him who has always been on the table.
And the old man in front of him was also one of those unruly kids when he was still young.
This old man named Yang Xuan and Du Chengfeng have watched each other grow up all the way. From going to the ancestral hall to steal tributes from ancestors when I was a child, to coming to the ancestral hall to complain about the hard work of studying when I was a young man, to coming to the ancestral hall when I was in my prime and taking over the leadership of the Yang family, I would go to the ancestral hall to lament to my ancestors that life is not easy, to coming here every day when I am old. He sighed and lamented that he could not maintain the Yang family well... The old man's father, grandfather, and grandpa Zeng had almost all done similar things. It was difficult not to make Du Chengfeng, who was placed on the altar, feel as if he was in another world. .
But now, this junior, who he had watched grow up all the way, and who could almost be counted as a grandson of unknown generations, was standing in front of him.
The cold and biting evil spirit made Du Chengfeng's blood boil, and the big knife in his hand just wanted to drink blood.
But, do you want to kill?
"you……"
Looking at Yang Xuan in front of him, Du Chengfeng suddenly thought of Fatty Yang.
Although one is thin and the other is fat, and one is old and the other is strong, the eyes and the expressions in those eyes have overlapped at this moment.
The moment their eyes met, Yang Xuan's eyes also lit up.
"No! Don't do anything yet!"
The old Yang Xuan shouted almost instinctively.
"Don't do it! It's not that the evil spirit has entered the body! Don't do it!"
While giving these orders to the clan members behind him, Yang Xuan stared closely into Du Chengfeng's eyes.
He could be sure that he saw it correctly. The eyes of the refugee in front of him, which were almost completely stained with blood, had already regained their clarity of reason!
With the blessing of our ancestors, instead of facing a serious military disaster this time, the Yang family got a lucky draw!
"This strong man!"
Overjoyed, Yang Xuan quickly tried to press down Du Chengfeng's knife-holding hands.
"I didn't expect the strong man to be so talented. Even the evil spirit of the sword is like a breeze blowing on the face of the strong man. It's not worth mentioning. This is simply... ugh."
Yang Xuan's voice froze.
The hands holding the knife were still hanging in the air, with no intention of putting them down.
"Tell me, why don't you continue?"
Seeing the flattering but somewhat embarrassed expression on the old man's face in front of him, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"Go on, say a few more nice words, or do you already know about the good deeds your eldest nephew has done?"
Saying this, Du Chengfeng grabbed Yang Xuan's collar.
"Well, you old man, your nephew Yang Sanlang tricked me into coming here to sharpen a knife and wanted to kill me. You want to expose the matter in just a few words? Who do you think I am?"
"I, I, I, I..."
Yang Xuan, who was already old and thin, was almost picked up on the spot. Facing the angry refugee in front of him, he even hesitated and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
At this moment, looking at the refugee with a big knife in front of him, Yang Xuan felt in a trance that he was facing the ancestor in the genealogy who fought on the battlefield and killed countless enemies!
"Put down my clan uncle!"
Just when Yang Xuan was captured, Yang Sanlang on the side quickly grabbed a spear and rushed over.
But Du Chengfeng only glanced at it, and Yang Sanlang was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.
If Du Chengfeng's murderous intention just now was only due to the evil aura of the sword, then now he was truly murderous from the bottom of his heart. During his time as a sword, from the moment Fatty Yang's blood spattered the Governor's Mansion, he had already been stained with hundreds of lives. Now that he knew that he was being framed and almost died on the spot, how could he not respond with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?
"Wait a minute, strong man!"
Seeing that Du Chengfeng was about to swing the sword in his hand, Yang Xuan quickly stopped him again.
But when facing Du Chengfeng's gaze, Yang Xuan was hesitant and speechless - in the final analysis, it was his Yang family who was at fault in this matter. Who would have thought that he was just dragging refugees in to fill his life? Something happened that actually provoked a dragon crossing the river that was not even afraid of the evil spirit of weapons.
Just looking at the opponent's posture of combining man and sword, I'm afraid it's too late to say anything now. The dozen or so young men behind me are probably not enough to be cut with the big knife. You must know that the ancestors of his Yang family were generals who followed Taizu Emperor Gao in various expeditions. He killed countless enemies with a big sword. He just killed young men with no martial arts skills. Isn't it easier than killing chickens?
"My brave man, I have something to say. This time I, the Yang family, have failed in our hospitality. You should make whatever compensation you want afterwards. But now we are facing a formidable enemy, and the barbarians are about to attack. Shouldn't we first Do you want to unite with the outside world to resist Hu Qi?"
"Um?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but frown.
In a very distant memory, it seems that this happened, when he was stuffed with a wooden spear and almost pulled to the front line...
"Dong dong dong dong——"
Just when Du Chengfeng was still immersed in memories, there was suddenly the sound of horse hooves outside Wubao!
The noisy hoofbeats shook the ground, sounding like thunder!
